Journal Entry 3-24

 Excerpt from http://www.webook.com/project/The-Kingboro-Epic

(“Do we just leave everyone? We have patients still in rooms. We have staff we need to notify.”

“Well, we better start doing something…”

A muffled argument burst from the end of the hall. Suddenly glass burst outward from a glass door. Someone fell through it. Dr. Stein and Kerry ran toward the commotion. The victim, a man 30 years old wearing a dress shirt and pants, sat unmoving within the door. Dr. Kreese stood by his desk talking on the phone. )

 “Whatever,” said Dr. Kreese loudly, “your not the one that brought this company out of the trash heap.  No I’m not going to calm down.” 

The normally calm demenor of the current CEO was replaced by an angry slur. 

“Is he drunk?”  Kerry asked quietly. 

“I don’t know,” Dr. Stein replied. 

A woman screamed and the two men looked down the hall.  A large man dragged a woman from one of the office’s.  The beast of a man was muscular and naked-chested.  He pulled her by her long brunette curls. 

“Is that one of the patients?”  Kerry asked.

“I’ll assume so.”

Dr. Stein moved toward the large muscular man slowly, bravely.  The screaming woman noticed him approaching.

“Help me,” she shouted and Dr. Stein jumped.  He had become focused in thought.  The large muscular man looked toward him and growled.  The growl was frighteningly canine-like.  The man’s face and eyes were contorted showing large muscular mounds along his jawline.  His neck was thick as an old Oak tree and his arms were the large branches.  He continued to drag the woman out of the doorway as he growled. 

The woman, who Dr. Stein now recognized as Rebecca Dilley, struggled.  She pleaded with Dr. Stein to help her but he hadn’t a clue of what to do to accomplish that.  The large muscular man seemed primal.  It was doubtful he would even understand language. 

Kerry stepped up from behind him and shouted, “Hey, dumbass…let go of the girl.” 

The large muscular man growled loudly and dropped the woman.  He then, within seconds, grasp Kerry by the throat and twisted.  Kerry’s neck broke easily and he became limp.  The muscular man threw Kerry down the hallway and into the wall at the end.  He looked down at the woman but Dr. Stein had managed to assist her up and out of the way.  They both stood in front of Dr Kreese’s office.  Blood from the man in the door pooled on the floor making it slick.  The large muscular man growled again and approached slowly.

Storm beginning

The storm echoed through the steel warehouse structure.  The booms of thunder increased in volume as the sound bounced through empty partitioned halls.

Dr. Stein sat alone in the executive break room.  Within the room sat a small closet, which served as a bathroom; a sink, microwave and refrigerator.  It was nothing to proud of.  The building itself was a piece of crap.  Why the hell would a research corporation move into an abandoned warehouse was unknown to Dr. Stein.

Thunder boomed through the walls, then another followed by several more loud crashes.  The lights flickered but Dr. Stein ignored it and poored himself another cup of coffee.  He sat upon the light brown over stuffed couch.  Minutes later, a young intern burst through the break room door.

“We’ve got a problem,” the intern said in a panic.

Journal Entry 3/22

The storm stole the sun.  The large black clouds took over the passive late summer day.  They came in from the South moving like an enourmous dark gray elephant in the sky.

Reference:

From Black Stallion, Farley(2002)

“Alexander Ramsey, known to his friends back home in New Your City as Alec, leaned over the rail and watched the water slide away from the sides of the boat.   His red hair blazed redder than ever in the hot sun; his tanned elbows rested heavily on the rail as he turned his freckled face back toward the fast-disappearing shore.”

Kingboro Press 3/20

Snippets for the Kingsboro Press

“The storm hit us form nowhere,” said the wet and beaten mayor of Kingboro. “We’ve got helicopters circling the city looking for survivors and 60% of the city is destroyed. Luckily, for us we live nowhere near a water source and we only suffered minimal flood damage,” Mayor Jackson Black stated yesterday.
“The aftermath left us without power, it was quiet. It was shocking to see, what you could only image on TV, happen to you. The debris was everywhere there were destroyed cars and trees, all the wires had been pulled down. I saw our city destroyed and we responded as best we could,” said Chief of Police Erik Glass.

Jan, a survivor, states, “I rode out the storm I couldn’t stand waiting in line in my car.  I didn’t expect it to be so bad but I survived.  I had previously stocked up on non-perishableables and water.  I filled my tub with water to flush my toilets and sat in the inner most room and waited.    I got up when it was over found that a large Oak crashed through the front of my house.  I found the electricity and cell towers out.  It was an eerie silence without cars rolling over the dirt roads beside my house.”

Bus Characters

I have another new start for the novel.  In this start the passengers of the bus coming into town discover that the town has been all but abandoned.  This post will include descriptions of all of the characters boarding the bus.

Andrea board the bus to Kingsboro around 7:00AM.  The driver, a thirty-some divorcee, stared out the front window not even acknowledging her entrance.

“How’s it going?”  She said as she approached.

“I was bit by a frick’n dog this morning and now my head hurts like never before.  Other then that I’m great.”

Andrea waited a couple seconds then dropped a dollar in change in the worn glass box that collected it.  She stepped into the aisle and had to hold on to the first chair because the driver started forward.  After she regained her footing she searched for a seat.  The bus was empty for the most part but for a mother, child and another man she didn’t know.  The woman had a child sleeping in her arms and the unknown man was splayed out on the brown plastic seat with his head against the window.  The man’s long legs and feet lay in the aisleway and Andrea had to step over them to get to the back of the bus.

The first stop was a flag stop, a small abandoned railroad station just outside Junction Rd.  A man, around 50 or so, stood uneasily outside the bus door.  He wore an cowboy hat and held a large amber bottle in his right hand.  The cowboy stepped into the bus and fell immediatly.  His hat fell off his head and landed next to the driver’s seat.  The driver looked down upon the hat and then slowly picked it up and set it on his own head.  The cowboy pushed himself up the bus stairs and grabbed a silver bar that sat to his left.  He lifted himself to his feet and then grabbed his large bottle.  The cowboy stood and stared at the driver who had returned to staring out the front window.

“Who do you think you are?”  said the drunk as he stood with his left hand holding the silver bar tightly.  “Give me back my god damn hat.”

“You ain’t got any money old man,” the driver said with a severe tone, “just sit down and be glad I’m taking you anywhere.”

The old man stood scowling and just about fell back down the bus stairs when the driver lurched the bus forward.  The driver reached out instictively and saved him.  He then let go and the old man stumbled into a first row seat.

The next stop was at the corner of Water and Junction.  A nurse in a blue uniform stood in front of the blue and white bus stop sign.  The bus stopped hard waking the unknown man from his slumber and forcing the drunk to spill his bottle on the floor.  The drunk swore loudly and the unknown man disappeared within his seat.  The nurse stepped into the bus, paid her fare and walked toward Andrea.  The driver threw the bus into gear and pushed forward with a loud chuckle.  The nurse fell into the drunk causing him to swear again several times.  She stood as the momentum of the bus matched her ability to fight it and continued down the aisle.

“What is wrong with that driver,”  the said as she came closer to Andrea.

“I don’t know,” Andrea said, “he said he had a headache is all I know.”

“Must be quite a headache,” the nurse found a seat two row up from Andrea and sat down.

— Next stop is at the bus station.  While at the station Andrea watches a dramatic scene of cops arresting an angry 20 something.  The scene shows the 20 something face first on the ground.  There are three cops around him with one on his back handcuffing him.  While they are doing this the bus is being filled with passengers.  When they leave Andrea notices the handcuffed man attacking the cops and biting one viciously.  He tackles him to the ground and continues to try and eat them…

Deep Brain Stimulation

“Brain pacemakers” are used to treat people who suffer from epilepsy, Parkinson’s disease, major depression and other diseases. The pacemaker is a medical device that is implanted into the brain to send electrical signals into the tissue. Depending on the area of the brain that is targeted, the treatment is called deep brain stimulation, or cortical stimulation. Brain stimulation may be used both in treatment and prevention. Pacemakers may also be implanted outside the brain, on or near the spinal cord (spinal cord stimulation), and around cranial nerves such as the vagus nerve (vagus nerve stimulation), and on or near peripheral nerves.  http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Brain_pacemaker

Research

“Brain pacemakers” are used to treat people who suffer from epilepsy, Parkinson’s disease, major depression and other diseases. The pacemaker is a medical device that is implanted into the brain to send electrical signals into the tissue. Depending on the area of the brain that is targeted, the treatment is called deep brain stimulation, or cortical stimulation. Brain stimulation may be used both in treatment and prevention. Pacemakers may also be implanted outside the brain, on or near the spinal cord (spinal cord stimulation), and around cranial nerves such as the vagus nerve (vagus nerve stimulation), and on or near peripheral nerves. Ref… http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Brain_pacemaker

Helpful writing sites

http://www.sfwa.org/writing/chadvce.htm

Good Character Description Site– Just gives an idea for each character.  This is the idea I need to have for my characters.

http://www.summitplayhouse.org/pastshows/2000a/chardesc.html

http://www.scribd.com/doc/34398/How-To-Describe-Characters-In-A-Story

Bus Stop stories

http://www.angelfire.com/al/silverball/BusStories.html

The Jesus Syndrome

The wooden attic hatch shook violently.  Andrea clung to Derrick as both pressed against the far wall.  The light from the hallway peeked from the banging hatch causing a nerve-wracked Andrea to scream incessantly.  Dr. Stein stood silently staring out the small attic window.  The street below was covered with stumbling undead zombies.  Many were missing arms and other parts necessary for life, but of course these monsters didn’t need anything but a brain. 

The brain was an interesting puzzle, Dr. Stein thought as he stared down upon them.  He wondered how the body operated without the fluids pumping through it.  The brain had to have some electrical connection, but from where?  Modern medicine managed to keep humans alive long after the body had given up.  We, the medical community, had been able to keep the brain alive when all our training told us the patient was dead from ears down. 

How had KMR managed to create an electrical generator to keep the brains of these zombie’s alive?  If you think about it would be a logical progression of our bioelectrical evolution.  It would likely involve a small device attached to the spine that fed electricity to the brain. 

I need to get my hands on one of those zombies.  I need to know how they did it?